Water and the Word

Light steps caress bright grass adorned with dew.

 Her bucket brims—the well’s clear gift

Below a tanned and callused hand.

At home, she pours this liquid life—

A waterfall to quench, refresh, renew.

She washes sleep and morning work away;

Revival flows to ready cells.

When scorners hurl hot words at her,

She douses fire in the air.

She drinks and offers water every day.